Maybe you'll learn to be a good barber; then you can have just as good a time as those gypsies, going about from time to time and seeing the world." "Yes, sir," said the Wilbur twin, "and cutting people's hair with clippers like Don Paley clipped mine with." "New York, Boston, Buffalo, Chicago, Omaha, Kansas City, Denver, San Antone," murmured Dave, and there was unction in his tone as he recited these advantages of a loose trade--"any place you like the looks of, or places you've read about that sound good--just going along with your little kit of razors, and not having to small-town it except when you want a bit of quiet." They heard voices back of them.

Dave turned about and Wilbur rose from the grass.

Across the pasture came the girl, Patricia Whipple, followed at a little distance by Juliana.

The latter was no longer in church garb, but in a gray tweed skirt, white blouse, and a soft straw hat with a flopping brim.

There was a black ribbon about the hat and her stout shoes were of tan leather.